The bald man was already stirring up trouble between them here.
He truly hated Crescent Moon.
If it weren't for Crescent Moon, this wouldn't have happened.
Even though they would have fought eventually, it wouldn't have been so premature.
Nor would it have made this kid so treacherously vicious, so it's still Crescent Moon's fault, Crescent Moon is truly at great fault.
Thinking of this, the bald man's gaze at Crescent Moon became increasingly sinister, itching to act right now.
But a sneer curled on Crescent Moon's face, and she couldn't help but retort back.
"Baldie, you're on your last breath, and you think you still have the right to say these things? Believe it or not, you'll be the one lying on the ground in a moment."
"You've been knocked down before, haven't you? Since that's the case, why are you still acting so arrogantly? You really aren't afraid of death at all!"
